Mortal: Starting with the Seven Mysterious Sects, I proved my Dao through sacrifice.

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Since Murong Fan defeated enemies of higher ranks and cleverly eliminated spies, his reputation in the Leiyin Sect has soared. Even the elders who previously disobeyed him have come to acknowledge his abilities. However, with his early Nascent Soul stage strength, his ability to fight against a mid-Core Formation stage deacon from the Yinluo Sect was largely due to his initial advantage—intercepting a secret letter allowed him to know the opponent's weaknesses early on, and being on Leiyin Sect's home turf, protected by the sect's Buddhist teachings, meant that he might not have been entirely confident of victory in a one-on-one duel in an unfamiliar environment.

Murong Fan's gaze fell on the storage bag, taking stock of its contents: a mining contract for a mid-grade spiritual vein, several evil cultivation techniques, two magic artifacts of decent quality, and the incomparably precious ancient evil treasure, the Dragon-Eating Nail.

Murong Fan stared at the storage bag he had acquired last time, lost in thought. His mind raced with calculations: "I'll first examine these heretical cultivation techniques to see if they're worth practicing. If they're unsuitable, I'll sacrifice them in exchange for other techniques. I can keep this ancient evil treasure, the Dragon-Eating Nail, on me for now; I'm sure it will come in handy later. As for this mining deed, if I can truly own it, that would be a considerable windfall!"

"This is a good idea, but we must plan it carefully, otherwise we might expose our whereabouts and bring disaster upon ourselves if we are not careful," Murong Fan thought to himself.

Murong Fan's first thought was: if he could find a secret technique to secretly transport some spirit stones using this mining contract, that would be perfect. After pondering for a moment, he finally decided to try his luck on the tenth floor of the Thunder Sound Sect's Scripture Pavilion—Buddhism has the saying "Buddha has no form, yet gives rise to myriad forms," ​​so perhaps he could find a suitable secret technique there.

Murong Fan spent three whole days in the Scripture Pavilion searching for such secret techniques. Just when he was feeling disheartened, he unexpectedly discovered a dusty copy of "Miscellaneous Records of the Thunder Sound Sect" in an inconspicuous corner, and his brows furrowed abruptly. Although the book looked old, its cover carried a very subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy, and the materials used were exquisite, being made from the hide of some kind of high-level spirit beast.

"The material of this book's cover feels a hundred times more precious than the contents inside..." The book did not contain the secret technique he was looking for, but the cover of this classic text inexplicably attracted him.

After registering the book, Murong Fan took it to Ting Lei Bie Yuan to study it carefully. He did not find anything for several days. Could it be that there is no such secret technique in Buddhism? Then why did Yuan Xiang always say "Buddha has no form, yet he gives rise to all forms" when he was explaining the scriptures to him? Everyone can let go of their attachments and become a Buddha on the spot; or they can be obsessed with evil desires and fall into demonic ways.

He wore the animal hide cover, and unconsciously channeled his spiritual energy into it. Suddenly, the ordinary animal hide cover emitted a faint golden light, and a crumpled yellow talisman slowly slid out from the inner pages. Murong Fan's eyes lit up, and he quickly unfolded the talisman to examine it. He discovered that it indeed contained a secret concealment technique called the "Thousand Faces Illusionary Body Technique."

This secret technique, though powerful, has six core limitations:

1. [Cultivation Limitation]: Can only impersonate cultivators of the same or lower realm; impersonating someone of a higher realm will inevitably result in backlash.

II. [Material Restrictions]: Requires Millennium Illusion Grass and Nine-Turn Illusion Lotus Powder. The latter can only be used three times in a lifetime, and its medicinal effect lasts for only one incense stick.

3. [Ability Limitations]: Can only imitate appearance and aura, cannot replicate techniques or magical treasures, will be exposed as soon as it is used;

IV. [Requires specific formation assistance]: The camouflage effect is greatly reduced when leaving the formation;

5. **Cause and Effect Backlash:** Using magic to commit evil will accumulate karmic debts and give rise to inner demons.

6. [Decreased combat power]: You need to be distracted to simulate the opponent, and you are very likely to die in a sudden battle.

"Though there are many restrictions, things can be accomplished by human effort! Now that the Nascent Soul Deacon of the Yinluo Sect has been eliminated and the spies of the Leiyin Sect have been wiped out, it is the perfect time to make a move!" Murong Fan quickly devised a countermeasure:

1. [Cultivation Matching]: Early Nascent Soul stage disguised as mid-stage, without crossing a major realm, is entirely feasible;

II. [Materials Preparation]: Both Millennium Illusion Grass and Nine-Turn Illusion Lotus Powder can be obtained through altar sacrifices. One stick of incense is enough to make the battle quick and decisive.

3. [Ability Simulation]: Study the target's techniques and magical artifacts in advance and prepare accordingly;

4. [Array Assistance]: Use the Great Illusion Mirror Flower Array to conceal your tracks and counter divine sense scanning;

Fifth, [Fearless of Cause and Effect]: In the name of righteousness, we eliminate demons and protect the righteous path, accumulating immeasurable merit and having no fear of backlash;

6. [Risk Avoidance]: Carry high-level magic treasures and use the Great Evolution Technique to send puppets into battle to deal with unexpected battles.

Having made all the above preparations, Murong Fan followed the clues left by the mid-Nascent Soul stage deacon of the Yinluo Sect to find the location of the mid-grade spiritual vein.

After obtaining approval from Prime Minister Yuan to go to the market to exchange for cultivation supplies, Murong Fan quickly flew to a place called Blackwater Cold Abyss. Just from the name, it sounded like a desolate and bitterly cold place. However, this bitterly cold place also had its advantages. It was sparsely populated, poorly guarded, and easy to break through.

As planned, he set up the Great Illusion Mirror Flower Array in the dense forest next to the entrance in advance, took out the materials he had prepared in advance, and activated the "Thousand Faces Illusion Body Technique". In an instant, his figure and temperament changed to the appearance of the Yinluo Sect mid-stage Nascent Soul deacon who had been killed, and his aura was also imitated almost exactly.

Clutching the identity token left behind by the original owner, he mimicked the walking style of the mid-Nascent Soul stage deacon from the Yinluo Sect, taking unhurried steps towards the mine entrance. The evil cultivator on guard only glanced at the token, mimicking the murderous look in the eyes of the mid-Nascent Soul stage deacon from the Yinluo Sect. Under the pressure of this Nascent Soul stage, the evil cultivator on guard saw that "this deacon usually has a cold and venomous appearance, and today his displeasure is even more deeply etched on his face." The guards did not dare to test him, not even daring to raise their heads, trembling all over, and hurriedly bowed to let him pass, completely unaware that the person in front of them had been replaced.

Once inside the mine, Murong Fan, using his disguised identity, moved like a ghost through the dimly lit tunnels. His steps were light, each one precisely placed in the shadows of the tunnels to minimize contact with the evil cultivator miners and sentries.

At this time, the Yinluo Sect was in the midst of the chaos of the battle between the righteous and the demonic, and the entire sect was in a state of panic. The elder he was impersonating was usually aloof and kept to himself, which created an excellent "information gap" and "time gap" for Murong Fan.

Even if he behaved slightly abnormally afterward, others would only assume it was due to the effects of the great battle or that it was simply his nature as an elder. After a series of close calls, Murong Fan successfully reached the core storage warehouse of the ore vein. Looking at the mountains of mid-grade spirit stones, radiating a rich spiritual energy, his heart pounded wildly, and his fingertips trembled slightly, but he forcibly suppressed his overwhelming joy.

Instead of making a move, he walked ahead of the evil cultivator on guard duty, his eyes sharp, taking the initiative and turning the tables: "The mine's defenses have been so lax lately, are you trying to let hostile forces in?" These words were like a thunderclap, instantly shifting the evil cultivator's attention from "who he is" to "how to save his life."

Immediately afterward, Murong Fan deliberately staggered slightly, his face pale, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, revealing a hint of weakness from "qi deviation." His breathing was slightly disordered, yet he maintained a dignified air, saying in a deep voice, "This steward has recently reached a critical stage in cultivating the Blood Fiend Technique, and his temperament has drastically changed. No one is allowed to approach within three feet; violators will be killed without mercy!"

As he spoke, he subtly released a wisp of Nascent Soul-level pressure, which pressed down on the hearts of the evil cultivators like a mountain, making their legs weak and their bodies drenched in cold sweat. Those subordinates with ulterior motives were even more terrified, not daring to utter a word, only wanting to get rid of this "not to be trifled with" as quickly as possible.

After dismissing the surrounding evil cultivators on guard, a glint of light flashed in Murong Fan's eyes. He raised his hand and with a wave, a beam of spiritual light appeared, and half a sack of spirit stones was collected into his storage bag like a tidal wave. His movements were as fast as lightning, completing the collection almost instantly, leaving only a thin layer to conceal his actions. He had already made thorough preparations to use the Great Evolution Technique at any time, so that he could activate it immediately should other Nascent Soul elders from the Yinluo Sect come to check.

Just when he thought everything was going smoothly, a sharp killing intent coiled around his neck like a venomous snake. His pupils contracted sharply, and his figure shot backward like a ghost, simultaneously striking out with a backhand. With a loud "bang!", the palm strike collided violently with a black claw mark, the shockwave sweeping across the entire ore storage warehouse, sending mountains of spirit stones flying everywhere with a crackling sound.

"Who dares to trespass into the ore storage warehouse!" A sinister voice came from the shadows, and a black-robed evil cultivator slowly stepped out, his eyes flashing with an eerie green light, and the bone claws in his hands emitting a nauseating stench.

Murong Fan's eyes turned cold as he recognized the Blood Claw Technique of the Yinluo Sect, a skill whose power should not be underestimated. He leaped forward, his figure shooting towards the evil cultivator like an arrow released from a bow. He formed a hand seal, and a golden sword light instantly condensed, slashing towards the evil cultivator with a sharp whooshing sound.

The evil cultivator sneered, his bone claws flashing, unleashing a torrent of black claw marks. Murong Fan moved with agility, dodging the claw marks like a leaf in the wind, his sword flashing as he engaged the evil cultivator in a fierce battle.

During the battle, Murong Fan unleashed the Shadow Killing Technique, which he obtained by sacrificing himself after plundering battlefield resources in Tiannan Jingu Plain. At this moment, Murong Fan's figure suddenly transformed into a ghostly black shadow, rapidly moving around the evil cultivator. He used the Great Evolution Technique to summon a puppet to entangle with it. Under the dual attack, Murong Fan seized an opening in the evil cultivator's defenses, his sword light surged, and he instantly pierced through the evil cultivator's shoulder, causing blood to gush out.

The evil cultivator screamed, his eyes flashing with venomous resentment. He spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and his bone claws instantly turned pitch black, clawing at Murong Fan with an aura of destruction. Murong Fan was prepared. He circulated his spiritual power, and a golden protective shield appeared around him. With a clang, the bone claws struck the protective shield, producing a piercing metallic clang and sparks flying.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Murong Fan retaliated, striking the evil cultivator in the chest with a palm, sending him flying. The evil cultivator crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his life force instantly waning.

Murong Fan gave the evil cultivator no chance to breathe, his figure flashed and he appeared in front of him, his sword flashing, instantly ending his life.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Murong Fan breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a look of excitement flashed in his eyes. Although the battle was dangerous, it had also given him a taste of the thrill of combat. He quickly put away the evil cultivator's storage bag and then began to collect the spirit stones from the ore storage warehouse.

Murong Fan's hands moved swiftly, beams of spiritual light shooting from them, sweeping the mountain of mid-grade spirit stones into his storage bag. His movements were lightning fast, almost instantly filling half the storage bag with spirit stones. To avoid attracting attention, he left only a thin layer of spirit stones on the surface.

Just as he was collecting spirit stones, he suddenly heard footsteps outside. Startled, Murong Fan immediately concealed his aura and hid in the shadows. Several evil cultivators patrolling the area were horrified when they saw the corpse at the entrance of the ore storage warehouse.

"Oh no! Someone has broken in!" a heretical cultivator exclaimed.

Murong Fan's eyes turned cold; he knew he couldn't delay any longer. He flashed out of the ore storage warehouse like a ghost, running towards the depths of the mine. As he ran, he released a large number of puppets to fight him, disrupting the evil cultivator's vision.

Murong Fan ran wildly and soon arrived at the depths of the mine. He took out a high-level escape technique scroll that he had prepared in advance, infused it with spiritual power, and instantly transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the darkness.

By the time the Yinluo Sect's pursuers arrived, Murong Fan had already vanished. They stared at the swirling smoke and puppets on the ground, seething with rage, yet utterly helpless. They simply assumed it was a case of double-crossing.

Murong Fan used his escape technique to travel at high speed, quickly getting away from the Blackwater Abyss. He found a secluded cave and stopped to rest. He checked his body and found that he had only suffered some minor injuries and was otherwise fine.

Looking at the mountain of mid-grade spirit stones piled up in his storage ring, Murong Fan couldn't help but grin, his eyes filled with excitement. This single transaction had instantly transformed him from a barely-enough Nascent Soul cultivator into a wealthy one, ensuring he would never have to worry about spirit stones for his future cultivation. He sat on his futon, beginning to plan his future cultivation path, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

After carefully storing the spirit stones, he inspected the mine tunnels again, memorizing the overall layout of the spirit mine. Confirming there were no flaws, he quietly left the Blackwater Abyss. He instantly changed back into his original attire, went to the market to exchange for a few mid-to-high-grade magic artifacts, and then returned to the Thunder Sound Sect as if nothing had happened.

He knew the essence of the "path of survival" and never lingered in battle. After obtaining the resources, he quickly fled far away. By the time the Yinluo Sect realized what was happening, he had already changed his appearance.

Back at Tinglei Courtyard, after closing the door, Murong Fan looked at his storage bag overflowing with mid-grade spirit stones and couldn't help but grin, his eyes filled with excitement. He carefully checked his disguise, making sure there were no flaws, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

With this one vote, he went from barely making ends meet to becoming a wealthy Nascent Soul cultivator, never having to worry about the supply of spirit stones for his future cultivation. He sat on the futon, beginning to plan his future cultivation path, his eyes filled with determination.

"A man cannot get rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot get fat without night grazing."

Murong Fan casually grabbed a handful of mid-grade spirit stones, feeling the surging spiritual power within them, and a joyful smile finally appeared on his lips.

"With these resources, and the support of Yuan Xiang, breaking through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage is just around the corner!"

Outside the window, the melodious chimes of the Thunder Sound Sect rang out, as if foreshadowing the continued rise of this young powerhouse!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Murong Fan retaliated, striking the evil cultivator in the chest with a palm, sending him flying. The evil cultivator crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his life force instantly waning.

Murong Fan gave the evil cultivator no chance to breathe, his figure flashed and he appeared in front of him, his sword flashing, instantly ending his life.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Murong Fan breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a look of excitement flashed in his eyes. Although the battle was dangerous, it had also given him a taste of the thrill of combat. He quickly put away the evil cultivator's storage bag and then began to collect the spirit stones from the ore storage warehouse.

Murong Fan's hands moved swiftly, beams of spiritual light shooting from them, sweeping the mountain of mid-grade spirit stones into his storage bag. His movements were lightning fast, almost instantly filling half the storage bag with spirit stones. To avoid attracting attention, he left only a thin layer of spirit stones on the surface.

Just as he was collecting spirit stones, he suddenly heard footsteps outside. Startled, Murong Fan immediately concealed his aura and hid in the shadows. Several evil cultivators patrolling the area were horrified when they saw the corpse at the entrance of the ore storage warehouse.

"Oh no! Someone has broken in!" a heretical cultivator exclaimed.

Murong Fan's eyes turned cold; he knew he couldn't delay any longer. He flashed out of the ore storage warehouse like a ghost, running towards the depths of the mine. As he ran, he released a large number of puppets to fight him, disrupting the evil cultivator's vision.

Murong Fan ran wildly and soon arrived at the depths of the mine. He took out a high-level escape technique scroll that he had prepared in advance, infused it with spiritual power, and instantly transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the darkness.

By the time the Yinluo Sect's pursuers arrived, Murong Fan had already vanished. They stared at the swirling smoke and puppets on the ground, seething with rage, yet utterly helpless. They simply assumed it was a case of double-crossing.

Murong Fan used his escape technique to travel at high speed, quickly getting away from the Blackwater Abyss. He found a secluded cave and stopped to rest. He checked his body and found that he had only suffered some minor injuries and was otherwise fine.

Looking at the mountain of mid-grade spirit stones piled up in his storage ring, Murong Fan couldn't help but grin, his eyes filled with excitement. This single transaction had instantly transformed him from a barely-enough Nascent Soul cultivator into a wealthy one, ensuring he would never have to worry about spirit stones for his future cultivation. He sat on his futon, beginning to plan his future cultivation path, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

After carefully storing the spirit stones, he inspected the mine tunnels again, memorizing the overall layout of the spirit mine. Confirming there were no flaws, he quietly left the Blackwater Abyss. He instantly changed back into his original attire, went to the market to exchange for a few mid-to-high-grade magic artifacts, and then returned to the Thunder Sound Sect as if nothing had happened.

He knew the essence of the "path of survival" and never lingered in battle. After obtaining the resources, he quickly fled far away. By the time the Yinluo Sect realized what was happening, he had already changed his appearance.

Back at Tinglei Courtyard, after closing the door, Murong Fan looked at his storage bag overflowing with mid-grade spirit stones and couldn't help but grin, his eyes filled with excitement. He carefully checked his disguise, making sure there were no flaws, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

With this one vote, he went from barely making ends meet to becoming a wealthy Nascent Soul cultivator, never having to worry about the supply of spirit stones for his future cultivation. He sat on the futon, beginning to plan his future cultivation path, his eyes filled with determination.

"A man cannot get rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot get fat without night grazing."

Murong Fan casually grabbed a handful of mid-grade spirit stones, feeling the surging spiritual power within them, and a joyful smile finally appeared on his lips.

"With these resources, and the support of Yuan Xiang, breaking through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage is just around the corner!"

Outside the window, the melodious chimes of the Thunder Sound Sect rang out, as if foreshadowing the continued rise of this young powerhouse!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Murong Fan retaliated, striking the evil cultivator in the chest with a palm, sending him flying. The evil cultivator crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his life force instantly waning.

Murong Fan gave the evil cultivator no chance to breathe, his figure flashed and he appeared in front of him, his sword flashing, instantly ending his life.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Murong Fan breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a look of excitement flashed in his eyes. Although the battle was dangerous, it had also given him a taste of the thrill of combat. He quickly put away the evil cultivator's storage bag and then began to collect the spirit stones from the ore storage warehouse.

Murong Fan's hands moved swiftly, beams of spiritual light shooting from them, sweeping the mountain of mid-grade spirit stones into his storage bag. His movements were lightning fast, almost instantly filling half the storage bag with spirit stones. To avoid attracting attention, he left only a thin layer of spirit stones on the surface.

Just as he was collecting spirit stones, he suddenly heard footsteps outside. Startled, Murong Fan immediately concealed his aura and hid in the shadows. Several evil cultivators patrolling the area were horrified when they saw the corpse at the entrance of the ore storage warehouse.

"Oh no! Someone has broken in!" a heretical cultivator exclaimed.

Murong Fan's eyes turned cold; he knew he couldn't delay any longer. He flashed out of the ore storage warehouse like a ghost, running towards the depths of the mine. As he ran, he released a large number of puppets to fight him, disrupting the evil cultivator's vision.

Murong Fan ran wildly and soon arrived at the depths of the mine. He took out a high-level escape technique scroll that he had prepared in advance, infused it with spiritual power, and instantly transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the darkness.

By the time the Yinluo Sect's pursuers arrived, Murong Fan had already vanished. They stared at the swirling smoke and puppets on the ground, seething with rage, yet utterly helpless. They simply assumed it was a case of double-crossing.

Murong Fan used his escape technique to travel at high speed, quickly getting away from the Blackwater Abyss. He found a secluded cave and stopped to rest. He checked his body and found that he had only suffered some minor injuries and was otherwise fine.

Looking at the mountain of mid-grade spirit stones piled up in his storage ring, Murong Fan couldn't help but grin, his eyes filled with excitement. This single transaction had instantly transformed him from a barely-enough Nascent Soul cultivator into a wealthy one, ensuring he would never have to worry about spirit stones for his future cultivation. He sat on his futon, beginning to plan his future cultivation path, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

After carefully storing the spirit stones, he inspected the mine tunnels again, memorizing the overall layout of the spirit mine. Confirming there were no flaws, he quietly left the Blackwater Abyss. He instantly changed back into his original attire, went to the market to exchange for a few mid-to-high-grade magic artifacts, and then returned to the Thunder Sound Sect as if nothing had happened.

He knew the essence of the "path of survival" and never lingered in battle. After obtaining the resources, he quickly fled far away. By the time the Yinluo Sect realized what was happening, he had already changed his appearance.

Back at Tinglei Courtyard, after closing the door, Murong Fan looked at his storage bag overflowing with mid-grade spirit stones and couldn't help but grin, his eyes filled with excitement. He carefully checked his disguise, making sure there were no flaws, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

With this one vote, he went from barely making ends meet to becoming a wealthy Nascent Soul cultivator, never having to worry about the supply of spirit stones for his future cultivation. He sat on the futon, beginning to plan his future cultivation path, his eyes filled with determination.

"A man cannot get rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot get fat without night grazing."

Murong Fan casually grabbed a handful of mid-grade spirit stones, feeling the surging spiritual power within them, and a joyful smile finally appeared on his lips.

"With these resources, and the support of Yuan Xiang, breaking through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage is just around the corner!"

Outside the window, the melodious chimes of the Thunder Sound Sect rang out, as if foreshadowing the continued rise of this young powerhouse!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Murong Fan retaliated, striking the evil cultivator in the chest with a palm, sending him flying. The evil cultivator crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his life force instantly waning.

Murong Fan gave the evil cultivator no chance to breathe, his figure flashed and he appeared in front of him, his sword flashing, instantly ending his life.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Murong Fan breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a look of excitement flashed in his eyes. Although the battle was dangerous, it had also given him a taste of the thrill of combat. He quickly put away the evil cultivator's storage bag and then began to collect the spirit stones from the ore storage warehouse.

Murong Fan's hands moved swiftly, beams of spiritual light shooting from them, sweeping the mountain of mid-grade spirit stones into his storage bag. His movements were lightning fast, almost instantly filling half the storage bag with spirit stones. To avoid attracting attention, he left only a thin layer of spirit stones on the surface.

Just as he was collecting spirit stones, he suddenly heard footsteps outside. Startled, Murong Fan immediately concealed his aura and hid in the shadows. Several evil cultivators patrolling the area were horrified when they saw the corpse at the entrance of the ore storage warehouse.

"Oh no! Someone has broken in!" a heretical cultivator exclaimed.

Murong Fan's eyes turned cold; he knew he couldn't delay any longer. He flashed out of the ore storage warehouse like a ghost, running towards the depths of the mine. As he ran, he released a large number of puppets to fight him, disrupting the evil cultivator's vision.

Murong Fan ran wildly and soon arrived at the depths of the mine. He took out a high-level escape technique scroll that he had prepared in advance, infused it with spiritual power, and instantly transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the darkness.

By the time the Yinluo Sect's pursuers arrived, Murong Fan had already vanished. They stared at the swirling smoke and puppets on the ground, seething with rage, yet utterly helpless. They simply assumed it was a case of double-crossing.

Murong Fan used his escape technique to travel at high speed, quickly getting away from the Blackwater Abyss. He found a secluded cave and stopped to rest. He checked his body and found that he had only suffered some minor injuries and was otherwise fine.

Looking at the mountain of mid-grade spirit stones piled up in his storage ring, Murong Fan couldn't help but grin, his eyes filled with excitement. This single transaction had instantly transformed him from a barely-enough Nascent Soul cultivator into a wealthy one, ensuring he would never have to worry about spirit stones for his future cultivation. He sat on his futon, beginning to plan his future cultivation path, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

After carefully storing the spirit stones, he inspected the mine tunnels again, memorizing the overall layout of the spirit mine. Confirming there were no flaws, he quietly left the Blackwater Abyss. He instantly changed back into his original attire, went to the market to exchange for a few mid-to-high-grade magic artifacts, and then returned to the Thunder Sound Sect as if nothing had happened.

He knew the essence of the "path of survival" and never lingered in battle. After obtaining the resources, he quickly fled far away. By the time the Yinluo Sect realized what was happening, he had already changed his appearance.

Back at Tinglei Courtyard, after closing the door, Murong Fan looked at his storage bag overflowing with mid-grade spirit stones and couldn't help but grin, his eyes filled with excitement. He carefully checked his disguise, making sure there were no flaws, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

With this one vote, he went from barely making ends meet to becoming a wealthy Nascent Soul cultivator, never having to worry about the supply of spirit stones for his future cultivation. He sat on the futon, beginning to plan his future cultivation path, his eyes filled with determination.

"A man cannot get rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot get fat without night grazing."

Murong Fan casually grabbed a handful of mid-grade spirit stones, feeling the surging spiritual power within them, and a joyful smile finally appeared on his lips.

"With these resources, and the support of Yuan Xiang, breaking through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage is just around the corner!"

Outside the window, the melodious chimes of the Thunder Sound Sect rang out, as if foreshadowing the continued rise of this young powerhouse!